leaf

It hurts

To recall sleeping

With your warm body

Meeting my limb

Like an early caterpillar

On a leaf

Soft

Warm

Right.

That was my love

So that was love.

And I don’t know what it feels like

To have you pull me close.

It’s like you’ve been groomed to be

Sickly alone.

Like a encapsulated heart

Bleeding for love

Not had

But still pounding.

-eml

Caterpillar image available from Shutterstock.

 


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    Last reviewed: 7 Oct 2013

APA Reference
Loberg, E. (2013). Poem: It Hurts. Psych Central. Retrieved on August 31, 2014, from http://blogs.psychcentral.com/manic-depression/2013/10/05/poem-it-hurts/

 

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